Harry Styles Imagines

Love at First Sight

Harry's P.O.V.

"Holy hell," I heard Niall say as his mouth gaped open slightly. He put down his cup of soda and began to gesture to the gorgeous girl walking past our table. "She's gorgeous." He continued to practically drool over her and I nudged him in the shoulder with my elbow.

"You're going to scare her away with your creepy stare," I chimed in. Niall shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"It doesn't matter anyways," Niall began while I looked at her less creepily than Niall was.

He laughed lightly as he took a sip of his soda, "I guess so but I mean you and her would make a pretty cute couple."

I bit down on my lower lips as I saw her sitting on a bench a small distance away from where our table was. She had a book on her lap and she was reading quietly so I made the creepy move of taking a photo of her.

Thankfully Niall didn't notice me being a complete hypocrite and stalker so I just played it off like nothing happened.

"You know she's going to be my future wife," I added. Niall laughed between sipping his soda but his face turned serious when he noticed that I wasn't joking.

As cliche and movie like that it is, I knew that I was going to marry this girl. She was perfect and I wasn't going to let her slip through my fingertips.

"I'll be right back," I said to Niall after a few moments. I got up from the table and headed over to her to introduce myself to my future wife.